Dirty Blue Jeans Lyrics

Well, she married a millionaire by the time she was seventeen

But she soon got tired of competing with the bourgeois scene

For her twenty-first birthday, he bought her a French resort

The very next day, she spent in divorce court

Now she's living like a queen, in her dirty blue jeans

She started hanging out with a shady mob

Who always seemed to have lots of money

But none of them had jobs

She'd only read about drugs in the magazines

But once she got a taste of this expensive cuisine

She had to sell most everything, except her dirty blue jeans

They sent her to some bar that she'd never been before

It was the only place that time of day she could score

The cops busted in and caught her trying to leave

With five grams of smack stuffed up inside her sleeve

And an ounce of mescaline in her dirty blue jeans

Six months at the clinic like some derelict drunk

A thousand bucks a day to get her off that junk

Spent all the cash that she'd won in the divorce

But she could always marry another rich boy, of course

Now she's living real clean in her dirty blue jeans